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Daddy/babygirl story (fiction) This is my story about me and my Daddy. I'm a grown woman of 24 and my DaddyDom is 35. If content of spanking, discipline, diapers, ageplay, infantilism, bondage, and sexually explicit material offends you, then you shouldn't read this story. "Dats da disclaimer for da big people." I'm a submissive and give myself completely to my Dom who happens to be a Daddy. He's not into the whips and chains and meanie stuff like that, but rather the soft and nurturing aspects of taking care of me. We are a very sucessful couple that belong to many community groups, we volunteer our time with many organizations, and we have a wonderful life. Our relationship isn't about (yucky)....it's about the dynamics of a Daddy/littlegirl relationship. He takes care of me, guides me, nurtures me, disciplines me to make me be better, and loves me unconditionally. In exchange, I do my best to be a good girl (although it's really hard sometimes)...and I do my chores all the time (he would disagree with this one)...and I love my Daddy (yes, I do call him Daddy).....I couldn't be happier!! (even though I'm in trouble at the moment because his hairbrush accidentally went on vacation and didn't leave a forwarding address... The day started out just as any other as I was woke up to his soft touch on my forehead as he pushed my hair to the side to kiss me on the lips. I reached out to tickle him and he tickled me back and we got into a tickle fight!! Daddy finally reached down and checked my diaper to see if I wet. "You were a good girl and wet your diapers, didn't you young lady?"......"yes Daddy" I replied...I used to get so embarassed when he did that, but found that over time I really enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of. "Well, Let's go get the babygirl some breakfast and then we can change that diaper" he stated as I jumped out of bed to put on my fluffy scooby slippers. My outfit was a cute jammie top that says "Daddy's princess" on it, a thick cloth diaper, and a pair of pink plastic panties with ruffles across my butt. I crinkled my way out to the kitchen to sit in my chair and wait for Daddy to bring my sippy cup with juice over to me.....he also came to the table holding a towel over his arm and carrying a pad of paper and a pen....Silly Daddy was pretending to be a waiter. "What can I get for the princess this morning?" he said with a smile.....It made me giggle and I ordered pancakes!! (I always order pancakes or french toast). He ran off to the kitchen to cook breakfast and I sat there drinking my juice and waking up. I usually get coffee in the morning, but I got in trouble for filling the sugar bowl with salt yesterday....so I have to go three days with no coffee..(but, you should have seen Daddy's face when he drank his coffee!!..It was worth the time out)..so, today, I just sit and drink my juice and giggle out loud thinking about the salt. My Daddy knows me so well, he said "You still think it's funny, Huh?" "naughty girl".......he was giggling too, so it wasn't that bad. I do wish he would change me before breakfast, cuz my diaper is kinda wet and uncomfortable...he always says that there is no point in changing until you take a bath because he doesn't want me to have any accidents at the table and my bath is right after breakfast. So, I sit and crinkle around in my chair making flip flop noises with my slippers...watching Daddy make breakfast. "What are we gonna do today Daddy?" I said......he replies "I thought we might go to the park and feed the ducks, but not until after you finish your chores." I could feel my eyebrows rise into big arches at the sound of chores, but knew better then to make a fuss..... and then I heard Daddy say "and we have a lot of chores to do today young lady!".....then I couldn't control myself, I don't know what came over me.....it was instinctual......I blurted out "I DON"T WANT TO DO CHORES, I JUST WANNA FEED THE DUCKIES"....my eyes opened wide as I realized that I just yelled at Daddy...my sippy cup frozen in mid-air as I realized that he was going to come around that corner at any minute. I could feel my bottom hurting already from the spanking that didn't even happen yet.....the anticipation....I started to wonder if I would get cornertime or just a spanking...would he use the belt? Daddy popped up around the corner with a stern look on his face and said "Young lady, did you just raise your voice?"...I looked up at Daddy with the best puppy eyes that I could muster and said "ummmmmm.....well......kinda sorta Daddy, but I didn't mean to...I'm sorry."......the hair on the back of my neck stood up as I expected him to take me over his knee at any minute....Daddy said "Ok, young lady, that's your first warning!" A wave of relief came over me because Daddy's spankings really hurt and I couldn't believe that he only gave me a warning. Generally when Daddy is in a good mood, I get a warning But, if he gives me 3 warnings, then I have to go to bed early. So, I'll have to be on my best behavior today. The last time he did the 3 warning thing, I ended up in bed at 7:30pm which was really retarded (I'm going to be in trouble for saying retarded when he reads this, so....I'll say sorry now Daddy! ) Daddy served a really good breakfast and I made a mess as usual so he used the baby wipes to clean my hands and face before leading me into the bedroom. I was told to get up on the changing table that sits in the corner of the room and was built by Daddy. It has lots of diapers stacked up on the shelves underneath and a bin full of plastic panties. A shelf over the top of the changing table is full of baby powder, baby lotion, vaseline, and the nasty mr. thermometer for when I'm sick. As I lay there, Daddy put a pacifier into my mouth and said "Now you be a good girl and suck on your paci while I run your bath." I love it when my Daddy takes control and it makes me so horny...I started grinding in my diaper to feel the thick bunches of cloth between my legs.....I'm not allowed to touch without permission or I get spanked, so I just moved my bottom around and opened and closed my legs until I was near orgasm and then Daddy walked in and asked me what I was doing. "Nothing Daddy!" innocent smile.... He's so tender with me most of the time unless I'm being naughty. He washes me all over with the duckie sponge and lets me play with the tub toys that I have floating everywhere. "Daddy, can I pick out my clothes today?" I asked...he replied "No, babygirl, I have something special in mind for you." Well, I thought, some days you win, and some days you don't......I hardly ever get to pick out my own clothes, but I ask anyway. I nearly wet myself on the days he says Yes, because I'm so excited that he actually said Yes. We play in the tub for a little bit more as he finishes bathing me and I ....ummmmm.....accidentally splashed him! He doesn't get upset because he's a good Daddy. He took me out to the bedroom and sat me on the bed while he went to the dresser to pick out my clothes for the day. I saw him go to the little girl dresser and said "Daddy, there are no special clothes in there.....I thought you had something special in mind today?"..."That's for later when we go to feed the ducks" he replied. He pulled out a pair of minnie mouse panties, a pink tshirt and a pair of overalls with piglet and winnie the pooh on the front... He helped me get dressed and told me it was time to start my chores...He's a good Daddy, but I hate chores. If I don't do them correctly (correctly is his word, not mine), then I get spanked, or stood in the corner, or worse....he stands over me while I do it so that he can teach me. When I tell him that he doesn't have to teach me, he can just do it himself...I usually get a swat on the butt. So, off to the fridge where the list of all my chores is hung up. There are little gold stars next to each day of the week so he can keep track of when I do my chores and when I don't. If I don't have stars filled in all the chore slots by the end of the week, then I get a spanking. I'm doing good this week, but it looks like I haven't done any sweeping. "Daddy, I don't like to sweep" I whine.....He looks at me and says "If you want to go feed the ducks today, then you need to do your chores." Uh oh....he had that look in his eye......if anyone ever gets spanked..then you know that look he gets right before he gets pushed over the edge. That look!! So, I go to grab the broom and run off to the other side of the house. I started sweeping the guest room and then I moved onto the guest bathroom and Daddy came in to check on how I was doing. "You're doing a good job babygirl, keep up the good work and I'll take you to get icecream later after we feed the ducks."....I couldn't help but smile....I loved going for ice cream. So, I swept faster and I was very excited. I moved onto Daddy's office and swept the whole floor....then snuck a peek out into the sunroom and Daddy had gone outside to mow the yard. I decided that I should take a break, so I turned on his computer and played Cubix, which is this really cool puzzle game that I love. I was on level 13 when I heard him clear his throat. My eyes must have gotten as big as pancakes as I spun around in his office chair to find him standing in the doorway. "Ummmm......hi Daddy." I mumbled. "He took two steps into the room and grabbed me by the ear..."Ooooohhhhhh, ouch Daddy!" I said as I followed and tried to keep up as he walked to the dining room. "Young lady, you haven't been doing chores for more then 20 minutes and you already gave it up to play computer games?" ...."Ouchh..Dadddy.......my earrrrrrrr" I cried. He walked me through the house to the corner in the dining room and said "Now you stay right there until you can decide that you are going to finish your chores". I bit my lip and felt like a little girl as my nose touched the corner. I learned long ago to make sure I was in the corner as far as I could go without too much fidgeting, it took a lot of spankings, but I learned. sigh.....I didn't think I would get caught.......he was supposed to be mowing the yard. I must have been in the corner for 30 minutes or so before he let me get back to sweeping. I finished sweeping the whole house and then Daddy took me down by the water for a walk and a good break. We live right on the ocean, so there are always lots of birds and stuff to see. After while, we went back to the house and Daddy led me by the hand to the board on the fridge. I watch as he places a gold star next to sweeping and give me a kiss for doing such a good job. "Good job babygirl." he says, and adds "Ok, looks like all you have left to do is mopping"...My eyes darted to the board in horror as I could have sworn I mopped already earlier in the week...and there was no gold star there.....I pouted .....I didn't want to mop...I just wanted to go see the damn ducks!!! <gonna get in trouble for using a potty mouth word, sorry daddy ) I stomped my foot and said "Noooooooooooooooooo, I wanna see the ducks Daddy......no more cleanin!"...Well, I don't need to tell you that I shouldn't have done that. "That's your second warning young lady for yelling, and you know what we do about foot stomping around here, don't you?" He said calmly. That's another good thing about my Daddy, he never yells or gets mad or nothing like that.....but, I can usually tell how naughty I was by how much my bottom stings. He led me by my hand into the bedroom and pulled out the chair.....I cringed as i saw him reach for the chair, I always do. "But Daddy, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to stomp my foot...it did it on it's own" I pleaded. "Young lady, you know I don't tolerate naughty behavior and this is going to teach you to be a good girl" he said. He pulled me over to him as he undid my snaps for the overalls.......he tugged them down and I could the air on my legs....I decided I didn't want a spanking and turned and scuffled off......I didn't get very far before he grabbed me because my overalls were around my ankles and stopped me from running like lightening....he picked me up and placed me on his lap even though I was kicking. "You're going to get extra spanks for being extra naughty babygirl" he said as he lowered my panties. I could feel the rush of cool air on my bottom as I felt overwhelmingly exposed and vulnerable. The anticipation of the spanking was the worst as I lay there knowing that my bottom would be hurting soon.....knowing that I couldn't get up even if I wanted to, knowing that Daddy was going to spank me until he thought I learned my lesson. My Daddy doesn't believe in "safe words"......so, I get spanked until he thinks it's enough. The first swat sends shivers up my spine as I know that there are many more to follow. I feel a bolt of electricity run through me and directly into my HooHoo as each swat comes down on my tender bottom. He spanks until I wish he didn't......not in the same spot....ohhhhhhhhhh I want it to be over already......I'll be good......"I'll be a good girl Daddy" I shout. He stops and tells me that only babygirls stomp their feet. He helped me up and brought me to the changing table where I stood as he undressed me completely. I whined.. "But Daddy, I'm a big girl and don't need diapers accept at night!" He said, "If you want to act like a baby, then Daddy is going to make sure that you get treated like a baby and only babies stomp their feet!" I pouted because I knew I couldn't talk him out of it....so much for my minnie mouse panties....He helped me up on the changing table and I lay there as he put a pacifier into my mouth and grabbed a disposible diaper and a hand full of cloth baby diapers that he uses as stuffers to keep me from leaking. He lifted my bottom with one arm and slid the diapers under me and powdered my butt before placing me down. (My Daddy is a big Daddy and is nearly 6'4, so he doens't have a problem diapering me or spanking me). He powdered my HooHoo and started to rub it in, he rubbed and rubbed and I started to squirm....I was writhing against his hand wanting him to make me cum....I love his control, and my absolute submissiveness.......his touches make me burn with passion and desire......Then he just stopped and pulled the diaper up between my legs. I pouted and whined "Daddy, big meanie!" from behind my pacifier.....he laughed as he taped the diaper on and watched my frustration. He went to the closet and pulled out a package that I have never seen before....he opened it up and I saw the prettiest dress. It was a pink sundress that had little sunflowers along the bottom and an embroidered sunflower on the chest...."This is for you babygirl......you've been a good girl and I thought that you would like it" he said... I wanted to grab and hug him, but I was still mad for the spanking and making me frustrated. I ran over and hugged him anyway so that I could try on my new dress. "Thank you Daddy" I chirped. He helped me into the dress and then put me into a pair of white tights and cute shoes.......I looked into the mirror and it was really a cute dress, I think it's my new favorite dress. You coulnd't even tell that I was wearing a diaper. Uh oh.....I just realized why I was wearing the dress. Daddy must plan on taking me out to feed the ducks dressed like this.......He doesn't usually take me outside dressed in diapers unless we are going on a road trip or camping, or someplace where there aren't a lot of people. The lake qualifies as one of those places where there is hardly anyone around. "You finish your chores and then we will leave to go feed the ducks and get ice cream" he stated, and added "But, one more outburst and it's no ice cream store, is that understood?". "yes Daddy" I said as I went to finish my chores. The diapers that he put me into make me walk a little funny because they are so thick...but, I love the way they feel between my legs...every time I take a step I can feel the bunches of cloth rub against my HooHoo......and the crinkling noise from the plastic diapers seems so loud. I finished mopping and then Daddy got ready so that we could go feed the ducks..... The trip to the lake was always wonderful with lots of things to see along the way. The lake was huge and out in the middle of the country. Birds always flock if they see bread......so you have to be careful or they will snatch it from your hand!! Daddy and I both feed the ducks and then he goes to sit on a log to watch me. He says, "You come over here and get more bread when you run out!"...."OK" I shouted....oops...that scared the birds.....I fed the ducks and ran out and had to go over to ask Daddy for some more bread. I stood in front of him and asked "Can I have some more bread to feed the ducks Daddy?"......he said "Yes, of course, but let's check to see if you're wet young lady." With that, he nonchalantly reaches down under my dress to check to see if I'm wet....I wasn't so he kissed me on the cheek and I ran off to feed the ducks. We had a picnic at the park too, Daddy had everything all layed out on a blanket. We sat down and ate lunch....he remembered to bring my sippy cup. After lunch, I went back to feeding the birds and Daddy was getting everything ready to go. He said "Ok, princess.....it's time to go."....."Oh, not yet, wait a minute...I still have lots of bread." I replied. I still had a whole loaf left and the duckies were hungry. "Young lady...........long pause...what did I just say?"......Well, I know what that tone means when he says that, but I really thought it was too early to go since we had more bread to feed them. He said "Are you going to make me repeat myself young lady?".......I was still trying to feed the ducks really quickly while this was going on.........he was getting upset with me......but, I had to feed the duckies. I said after a short pause, "Can I please finish feeding the ducks Daddy? I have a whole loaf of bread still." Daddy calmly put down the picnic basket and started to walk towards me......My eyes opened wide because that means I've crossed the line...from being a little bratty to the ultimate.......being naughty! If you cross that line, then you know it won't be long before your bottom hurts. When he got near me I darted off about 20ft....and said "Nuh uh, I don't want a spanking Daddy.".........OH, if you could see Daddy's face when I said that.....I thought his head would pop off! He calmly said, "I suggest you get that little bottom over here this very instant young lady, or your bottom will be sore for the next month and you will have every day filled with every restriction in the book." ....I sat there being scared and nervous....I resigned myself knowing I would just get in more punishment if I kept running around......sigh. Slowly I walked towards him with my head hung down.........He slowly grabbed me to turn me around and quickly lifted my skirt to land two spanks on each upper thigh. He said, "You have a hairbrush spanking waiting for you when you get home young lady and an early bedtime." "Yes Daddy" was all that I could muster...my belly was full of butterflies because I knew that i had a hairbrush spanking coming. We were in the car on the way home and Daddy asked what was wrong. I said "Well, I'm getting a hairbrush spanking when I get home and it's gonna hurt." Daddy said, "You're only getting a spanking because you were naughty, it will teach you to be a good girl in the future." I just sat there thinking about the whole thing.....then we were home. We walked inside and Daddy said "Get ready for a diaper change", which meant that I had to go stand next to the nursery table in an instant. If I ever hesitate on that one, I get the belt. So, I walk off to the changing table with my wet diapers sagging. Daddy came in and took my dress off. Then he put me into a pink babytshirt. He said "You have a punishment coming young lady, it doesn't matter how wet your diaper is, you will get changed after your spanking." I felt so naughty.......standing there in a very wet diaper, getting lectured by Daddy and knowing that I'm about to get a spanking. I dreaded it all, but yearn for it and crave for it at the core of my being. He led me to his office where he keeps his prized collection of antique hairbrushes and opened the door. I stood there and watched him put on the latex gloves as he opened a can of black shoe polish. He gently pressed his fingertips into the shoe polish and started touching all the brushes to leave fingerprints everywhere. This was so that he knows I actually polished all the brushes. If I leave even the smallest amount of shoe polish on the brush, then I get in more trouble with another hairbrush spanking. Once he finished touching them all.....he handed me a polishing rag and said "Polish them all young lady, so that I can select one to give you a spanking with as soon as you have finished." I reached for the first brush as he left the room and started polishing. To hold the brush, knowing that it may be this one that he's going to use. Having to touch it and polish each curve, to feel the weight of it, and the size of the brush itself. Wondering how much it would hurt. My senses were heightened by the time I got to the 10th brush, only 3 more to go and then BIG BERTHA! I call her big bertha sometimes, because it was the first thing that came into my head when I saw the old Oak hairbrush in the cabinet. It's huge and Daddy has never used it before. I'm hoping he never uses it. I knew that the spanking was getting nearer as I finished my chore. I was unconsciously slowing down the cleaning of the brushes knowing that it would put off the spanking. Inevitably, I finished the brushes and called for Daddy. He walks in and starts to inspect each brush as I stand in front of him silently. He tells me to turn around a bit so he can test out a hairbrush. Two swats and he says, "Hmmmmmmm that's a nice one babygirl. Which one should I pick to truly teach you a lesson?" He selected the Monster! BIG BERTHA!!! I could feel the tears coming. The big Oak paddle brush from 1920.....I always told him it looks like you could brush a with that thing. It was oval and 13 inches from top to bottom. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I saw his selection. "No, Daddy.......please......I'll be good and do extra chores." I pleaded....."This is for your own good young lady." he said calmly. He reached for the wrist restraints and fastened them on me along with ankle restraints......He knew I would put up a struggle for this spanking and he apparently wasn't going to put up with it. My diaper was removed and I was put over his lap for the longest and hardest hairbrush spanking that I've ever had. My bottom was on fire and I couldn't help but cry...and beg him to stop. "I'll be good from now on, I promise" I kept repeating over and over..........I tried desperately to cover my bottom but only managed to wriggle my hands as they were restrained. He stopped ......I lay there crying and sobbing....and he says, "Young lady, you know how to behave like a good girl..so why do you act naughty?"....."This spanking is for your own good, it will teach you to obey me".."Is that understood?" all I could reply was "Yes, Daddy.".....he spanked me another 10 times with the brush before letting me up and telling me to go stand in the corner. I did what I was told and stood in the corner with my red bottom on display. |
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8/21/2008 7:44 pm |
Great story, made me think how I can be. I stomp my feet and get bratty a lot more so when I want something *giggles* thank you for sharing it with us *smiles and wonders more about myself yet again today*
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8/22/2008 8:55 am |
WELL I FOUND IT A DELITEFUL STORY.I MYSELF HAVE EXPERIENCES THE LIFESTYLE OF A WONDERFUL DOMDADDY YEARS AGO...I BECME A BABBY GIRL OVER NIGHT I WAS SO CONTENT WITH HIM,IT BECAME MY WORLD.ILL NEVER FORGET DADDYS HANDS.
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8/26/2008 4:38 am |
This is the first story of this kind i have read and I must say its very intriguing,I really liked it and found it strangely erotic. Please continue I would like to hear what happened the rest of the day.
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8/26/2008 4:08 pm |
i loved the story im new to this and i dont live in the state but would love to here more.
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3/6/2009 7:42 am |
*sighs* that story was amazing. i was so into it i think that i actually forgot where i was for a few minutes. the girl is exactly how i want to be and the daddy is exactly the kind of daddy that i'm looking for 
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5/11/2011 8:03 pm |
I really enjoyed your story. Except for the diapers, I would love to be your babygirl.
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